"You must be joking," he said. The words were hollow as he spoke them. Miss Hays' response was stern, however.

"No, Mr. Sheckley," she said. "For reasons I cannot get into now, all this is very legal and very necessary. If you want the job, you will do the job. Otherwise, I have a busy schedule and can't be bothered with losers. The Fab Corproration only hires winners."

Except for Mr. Peterson, Sheckley thought. Suddenly he was sickened at the thought of even coming to the Fab Corporation. This was no way to get ahead. The hell with Darwin. He wouldn't do it.

"I'm sorry, Miss Hays --- " Sheckley began to say, when suddenly there was a great commotion in the hallway outside Miss Hays' office.

A mail messenger carrying a stack of packages and letters had collided with an executive coming around the corner and the executive, sensing danger, had not waited to confirm the messenger's innocent intentions. There was blood everywhere, on the walls, the carpeting, the executive was fairly dripping with it.